Particularly smoldering in a vat of auspiciousness we came across the forbidden sanctity that once housed a forgotten tundra. Exacerbating his fortitude in a way unapproachable the man who constructed this consortium of players looks astoundingly at the blankness of what his forbearers rought for. A passage of wills to bring about a conspiratorial exodus into a repetitious thought.
Succumbing to a will most decorated with sanity. He closed his eyes at the thought of a whispering gentile. Slowly masking the odorous completion of a life passed by in a smattering of consequential proclivities.
He laid himself down. Smoldering flesh burning as his erected phallus pulsed to the rhythm of a mischievous drummer. This leader of the consortium watched by the few he led charge of. Them gasping in shock and in awe as he grasped his phallus pulling forward within it it’s life bringing formula. It erupting forward, becoming one with the ground beneath. The leader of the consortium falling asleep to completion.
Erectitudes of the Universe 